Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 00:03:37 -0500
From: Bencho Hurtado <bencho1973@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love in Store

I had never given much thought to the possibility of having sex with
another man, even though I had fooled around with a guy some 6 years ago
when I was 16.  Back then I had hit a trail with my buddy Eric when a
sudden rain made us head back to where there were bathroom facilities.
Since we were alone, and certain no one would brave the downpour, we
decided to strip to wring our clothes dry.  Eric squickly sprung an
erection and suggested we jack each other off as we'd done many times
before.  We sat next to each other on the bathroom floor, grabbed each
other's dicks, and began slowly pumping.  As usual I closed my eyes and
lost myself in the fantasy of Lisa, the class' sexiest girl, riding my dick
and giving me a good time.  But I jumped when I felt a new sensation on my
dick.  I looked down and saw Eric had leaned over and was sucking me off.
He stopped to ask me if I liked it.  I couldn't lie: it felt fantastic.  I
begged him to continue.  He positioned himself in front of me to suck me
off at a more comfortable angle.  I held his head gently as his mouth
assaulted my dick and he masturbated himself.  He almost seemed to derive
more pleasure out of wrapping his mouth around my cock and licking its
length than the tingling sensation I was receiving from his moist assault.
Just when I thought that my spunk would be spraying his tonsils, he
stopped.

"Keep on buddy, don't stop now!"

"I want you to make love to me" He said softly.

I looked at him perplexed.  He got kind of nervous, but firmly stated:

"I want you to fuck me, Bencho"

I got up behind him as he assumed doggy position.  I spread his cheeks and
pressed my dick against his butt.  I pushed forward and he whimpered in
pain.  I backed out worrying I was hurting my best friend, but he said to
go ahead, that it only hurted at the beginning.  He told me to spit on my
dick to make it more slippery.  Evidently I wasn't the first guy fucking
Eric.  But it was my first piece of ass, and I was very excited.  I slowly
slid into him again.  Eric grunted out: "Oh yeah, that's good!".  I began
pumping, delighted in the sensation of having my cock up Eric's hot ass.
He encouraged me by telling me what a good fucker I was.  My climax didn't
hold back for long, and I slammed against him shooting my load in his
depths.

I slid out of him and he turned around to sit on the floor.  He began
jacking himself off.  I remembered he had sucked my dick, and decided to
return the favor a bit out of kindness and a lot out of curiosity.  I knelt
in front of him and took his dick in my mouth.  It was odd having a dick in
my mouth, but I was encouraged by the joy I seemed to bring Eric.  After
bobbing up and down on him for a while he held my head firmly in his hands
and I got a mouthful of cum.  I was disgusted, and spat the stuff on the
floor while he laughed his head off.  I was mad at him.  He stopped
laughing and told me it didn't taste that bad.  "That's all you know", I
said.  He responded by getting close to me and kissing me in the mouth,
sticking his tongue in my mouth.  Neither of us knew when the rain had
stopped, but we got dressed and on the way back Eric told me how he liked
guys, but had always been in love with me but had never gotten the courage
to tell me for fear of rejection.  I know now how I could have been more
understanding, but I was too young, too mixed up or just plain scared back
then.  I found myself avoiding him more and more from that day, asking him
for some time to think it over until Eric gave up on me and we grew apart.

I kept on dating girls, as I always had, and married when I was 20.  Life
with Sarah was fine, until I got laid off from my computer assistant job
this July and decided to take up a temporary sales position at the
department store downtown to make ends meet.  I would walk around the
streets on my breaks and, since I was out of Sarah's vigilant eyes I
started frequenting some of the adult stores that seemed to line some of
the streets.  The covers on the gay videos stirred up old memories of Eric
and I began getting more and more curious.  Then one afternoon I took a
bigger step into forbidden territory and strolled into a gay night club.
The place was not yet crowded.  There was a small stage with a stripper
already down to his g-string.  The guys were wildly shouting at him to take
it off.  I looked at the dancer and couldn't believe his incredibly
developed body.  Imagining myself humping his tight butt was enough to give
me a hard on.  His thrusts forward also made me fantasize and desire giving
this man head. I was mesmerized and found myself shouting enthusiastically
with the rest of the audience.

"Think he's hot?"  someone shouted in my ear.

I turned to see a dark haired guy smiling at me.  I couldn't believe my own
forward answer: "Wouldn't anyone?".

He smirked as if he'd seen better and said: "He's gorgeous, yeah, but odds
are he ain't hot.  The thing with hunks like that is that they're usually
Do-Me-Queens".

"What?" I didn't understand the term.

"Do-Me-Queen, they'll just lie there and expect you to do all the work"

"Oh, I get it" I smiled and nodded and once more remained silent, thinking
to myself that I was so horny I'd have my way with one of the store
manniquins, let alone a "do-me-queen".  He tried cranking up the
conversation:

"Like, if I hooked up with hot stuff like you, whoof! I'd give you a damn
good work out."

My heart was racing, both scared and excited at the possibility of getting
it on with this guy.  Fear seemed to triumph once more in depriving me of
male love once more, as I lamely said: "Listen man, I'm sorry but I kind of
got to get going."

A look of disapointment came over him, or perhaps he was just thinking what
a pussy I was.  "That's OK, man, some other time".

I wished I could give him a number but felt it was too risky: "Is there
anyway I could get in touch with you, maybe..." the stranger interrupted
me:

"Don't worry about it hot stuff. I'll see ya around".  He said winking and
turning towards the bar.  I rushed back to the store.

On the job, I couldn't get the stranger who'd hit on me out of my head.  In
truth he was not the handsomest of men, but he had a very pleasant smile
and clear eyes lined by bushy eyebrows.  He was probably just out of his
teens. Between serving customers I found myself imagining him kissing me
and grabbing my cock.  Images of my old buddy Eric, and the stripper also
swimmed in my mind, stirring my imagination and giving me a series of
erections that needed taking care of.  I thought of the things I should
have said and done.  I could have trusted him with my number, or told him
where I was working.  That would have been a better idea.  Maybe I'd find
him at the club tomorrow - or maybe I should head back there right now
before it was too late.  But no, it all boiled down to one thing: I was a
pussy, a whimp, and maybe I'd never work up the courage to get it one with
another man. After half an hour I was too horny to endure 3 more hours of
clients.  I asked another salesman to cover for me while I went to the
washroom.

In the bathroom I quickly stepped into a stall, dropping my trousers and
sitting on the toilet.  I began stroking my cock.  I took the precum off
the head and took it to my mouth, trying to remember if this was what
Eric's had tasted like back at the trail all those years ago.  I conjured
up wild images of me sucking off the stripper, of fucking Eric up the ass,
of the stranger fucking me. A desire of getting fucked so engulfed me that
I sucked my left middle finger and stuck it into my rear end and began
imagining it was a huge slippery cock penetrating me while I masturbated
furiously.

Then a loud knock on the stall door brought me back to reality.

"Sir, I'm from the security department, I must ask you to come out of the
stall, please!"

I panicked and nervously asked for a minute to get dressed. As I squeezed
my engorged dick into my pants I wondered what I had done that had given me
away.  I told myself to be calm, that I could deny everything.  As I opened
the door, there was a security guard smiling at me - it was the stranger
who'd approached me at the night club.

"Sorry to startle you. I saw you coming in to the bathroom through the
security camera.  I imagined after the show you might want to relieve
yourself, but public bathrooms are dangerous for that, you might get
caught, lose your job."

"Thanks, I guess you're right"

"I recognized you the minute I saw you at the club.  Couldn't believe my
luck, I've been checking you out since you started working here.  Sorry I
came on so strong, I didn't know you were new to the scene."  He looked
down at my hard on.

"I've put an out of order sign on the door.  So I can give you a few
minutes alone if you want, but..."  He grinned wickedly "I'd really like to
take care of that myself"

He didn't wait for an answer, and at once the guard was on his knees,
unbuckling my pants and freeing my erection.  He massaged it wildly.  "What
a nice dick!" and took it in his mouth to begin sucking like a hungry calf.
Then slowly but effortlessly, he managed to deep throat me and then backed
out with my knob still in his mouth, licking the tip with his tongue.  He
looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes hoping to see my reaction
to his talents as a cocksucker.  I only managed to say "Fuck, you're good,
man!".  I'd never had anyone wolf down my seven and a half inch dick
before. He caressed my ass cheeks with his hand and kept on sucking me.  He
made me lie on the floor and spread my legs to expose my ass.  He rubbed
his erection through his pants as he inserted a finger into my ass and
began inching it in and out.  From the package marked in his trousers, I
imagined he was pretty well hung.  I was already on the brink.  "I'm going
to cum" I said.  He licked my balls and stroked me till I shot my sperm up
in the air.  I felt my asshole twitching around the fingers he still had
plugged into me.  Cum splattered down all over my stomach and chest. My new
buddy then began licking the spunk from my spent cock and ran up my body
towards my face.  He stuck his tongue into my mouth, and while we kissed I
managed to grope his hardon.  But he got up smiling and told me we better
get going.  As I dressed, he told me his name was Steve.  Since he was a
security guard he'd already found out all about me.  He asked me to stay
after closing time.  "It will be much better", he promised "Now you get
back to work, I got to take care of some pressing business" he smiled as he
rubbed his bulging pants front.

It was an agonizing wait till closing time.  I called my wife and told her
I had to stay on for an inventory.  At closing time, Steve took me to the
security room where I waited while he supervised the store lock-up.  When
he returned he told me we had the whole place to ourselves.  He grabbed a
portable CD player and I followed him to the showroom with the beds in it.
He plugged in the CD player while I sat on the edge of one of the beds.  He
turned on the player and a heavy dance music came on, what I believe they
call "trance" music nowadays.  He smiled at me wickedly and started
strutting.  I realized he was going to give me my own private strip show.

He began unbuttoning his shirt.  He toyed with his nipples and then put the
palm of his hand on his smooth chest and caressed his torso down to the
front of his pants, grabbing his bundle and gyrating his hips.  He then
took his shirt off and started waving it around his head.  He then rubbed
it all over his naked torso and his armpits, and then threw it at me.  I
bundled it up and took it to my face and inhaled, then let out a deep sigh
as if I had perceived his manly scent.  He pouted and licked his lips, but
couldn't contained himself and laughed a bit.  But like a real trouper he
continued dancing.  He kicked off one of his shoes then the other.  Then
clumbsily kicked one up in the air and barely caught it in his hands.  He
put it to his crotch and made obsene movements as if he were fucking the
shoe Then he spasmed as if he were cumming into his shoe and it up to his
mouth to drink the imaginary contents.  He threw the shoe down and used his
arm to "wipe" his mouth.  I shouted "Kinky!", he replied "You haven't seen
anything yet".

He then began unbuckling his belt which he slipped out of the pants in one
swing. He approached the bed I was sitting on and lept onto it.  Then he
wrapped the belt behind my neck and pulled my face towards his crotch which
he ground into my face.  I grabbed the pants by the waistband and was about
to pull it down when he pushed away.  "Oh no, not yet."

He slipped his pants off and kept on dancing in his white Y-front
underwear.  As he did with the belt he used his pants to pull my face
towards his crotch.  I could smell his musky manhood as his large genitals
bobbed onto my nose and got rubbed on my lips.  He took them away before I
could get my hands on them.  He kept on dancing and I couldn't help
admiring his boyish body, slim, muscled, hairless and beautiful.  The crack
of his fleshy ass danced in front of me, as if inviting me to reach behind
the fabric of the tightly fitting underwear.  The front view was just as
enticing, with a growing cock pushing the underwear away from his hips,
letting me steal a glimpse of a fuzzy pair of testicles.  Steve picked up a
pillow to cover his crotch while he slipped his underwear off and threw it
at me.  I searched out the inside front of it where his cock had rested all
day and took a whiff of his maleness.  He continued dancing with the pillow
in front of him.  He then began rubbing himself against it.  He turned away
from me and kept on his fucking motion, so that I could see his beautiful
bare ass swinging in and out in front of me.  He crouched to the music's
beat giving me a quick look at his dark orifice.  He turned around and
started dancing towards me.  "Stand up", he ordered.  I stood up in front
of him and he pressed himself against me with the pillow wedged between us.
He put his hands at each side of my face and kissed me.  I put my arms
around him and cupped his ass.  I then grabbed the pillow under us and
pulled it away.  I reached down between us and began stroking his hot cock
I fell on my knees and contemplated his long, veined and angry cock
pointing straight at me.  I darted my tongue out and licked it, but he
pulled away.  I walked on my knees towards him and he put his cock up to my
face but immediately took it away.  He turned around and stuck his ass in
my face.  I grabbed the cheeks, and inserted a finger, but just as he felt
it poking his asshole, he pulled away again.

"C'mon Steve!" I protested.

"Not yet!  I put on a show for you, now you've got to strip for me!"

"What? No way, Steve, I don't know how to dance! C'mon, just let me suck
your cock now"

"No", he smiled devilishly "No dancing, no sucking" he sat down at the head
of the bed and covered his crotch firmly with a pillow.  The he looked at
me defiantly.

I could tell he was determined to have his way, so I got off the bed and
began unbuttoning my shirt and began gyrating my body awkwardly.  Steve
began laughing out loud.  I stopped.  "This is stupid, I told you I can't
dance"

Steve got up off the bed with his cock swinging in the air and came up to
me.  "Sorry Benny, maybe you need a little help".  He stopped the dance CD
and put on the radio, quickly found a soft jazzy music.  He pressed against
me and began swaying.  We embraced and I began following his sway clutching
to his bare shoulders and looking into his face.  He then turned me around
and ground his cock up against my ass and grabbed my crotch, slowly poking
my butt and make it gyrate with the music.  He then slowly unbuttoned and
caressed my stomach and chest while we both kept on swaying softly to the
saxophone's melody.  He gently bit into my shoulder as he put a hand down
my pants and grabbed my cock.  He then slipped his hand out and swung me
around to face him.  He began slipping my shirt off my shoulders until my
arms were held behind my back.  He pulled me towards him and began kissing
my chest and licking my nipples.  Then he removed my shirt completely and
we embraced, dancing with our bare chests pressed to each other.  He then
began unbuckling my belt and opening my pants.  He was kissing me when he
unzipped my fly and let my pants drop to the ground.  I finished kicking
them off, and we kept on dancing, his hot body pressed against mine.  I
could feel his cock nudging at my thigh, while mine, still confined in my
underwear, ground against his pubic hair.  Then he knelt in front of me and
took hold of the waist band of my underwear.  He pulled at it but instead
of sliding them off of me he bit into the cloth and began tearing the
material.  In two expert rips of material I was buck naked.  It was his
turn to inhale my odor.  After he took a good whiff he threw the torn
material on the bed, grabbed my cock with one hand and began sucking me.  I
couldn't help making that hissing sound by sucking my breath through my
clenched teeth as he assaulted my dick as expertly as he'd done in the
bathroom.  He then got up and lay down in the bed where I joined him.  We
kissed while we fondled each other's cocks.  I knelt and took his in mouth.
Steve began moaning, and stroking my hair.  He stooped me and made me
change positions so we were ready to 69, with me on top of him, my crotch
hovering directly over his face.  He licked the undersided of my cock as I
attempted to swallow his dick as much as I could. We lay sideways, and
Steve instructed me to just lick around his cock's head.  I followed his
orders but improvised by playing with his heavy hairy balls.  While I did
this he began to probe my ass with a finger and suck my dick at the same
time.  Once more he showed his experience by deep-throating me, as he kept
fingering my ass.  Before I knew it he had three fingers in me spreading my
hole apart.  I bucked against his hand as if asking for more.

"Your ass seems hungry for some action, Benjamin.  I'd like to give it a
good workout.  What do ya say?"

At this point there was no turning back, but I was too curious and
remembered how Eric had enjoyed me fucking him back at the trail.  Maybe
Steve would give me as much pleasure.

"God yes, Steve, fuck me."  Steve told me to lay on my stomach, exposing my
ass to his every whim.  He climbed behind me and grabbed both ass cheeks
and spread them apart.  I then felt his tongue begin to explore inside my
ass cheeks.  Then he spat inside, licked some more and inserted a finger
into me.  I grabbed the pillow and hugged it firmly under my chest.  He
spread my whole wider by increasing the number of fingers traveling in and
out of my ass.  He then climbed over me, his hot cock slapped against my
buttocks.  He stuck the cock in my asscheeks and rubbed it against my
vulnerable hole.  I felt my cock achieving full erection, excited at the
prospect of this hot young stud preparing to plug his boner into me.  Steve
pressed forward, penetrating me.  His cock was too much for my virgin ass
so I winced in pain, clutched and bit into the pillow.  I remembered how
Eric at the trail had told me the pain wouldn't last so I decided to hold
on.  Steve lay flat down on me and hugged my chest.  He whispered in my
ear: "Hang on hot stuff, you'll get used to it"

He began nibbling at my ear and slowly moving his pelvis against my butt,
barely moving the cock he'd lodged inside my ass.  In no time the pain had
gone away, and I was ready for more action.  I lifted my butt up against
him.  He lifted his torso off of my back and began pumping his dick in and
out of me.  Then he asked me to get up on my hands and knees.  He grabbed
me by the hips and began pumping me more violently, taking his cock all the
way out to the knob and then driving it back in.  I lost my hardon, but I
was enjoying the screwing of a lifetime.  He lowered me flat on the bed
again, and after fucking me some more he pulled out and I felt his gobs of
semen sprinkling my back and buttocks.  Then he applied his softening
slippery cock on my ass and even slid it back inside my crack.  I was about
to get up when he asked me to wait.  Then I felt his hand on my back,
scooping up his spunk.  He made me turn around and he applied his cum all
over my cock, bringing it back to full mast.  He climbed on top of me
inserting his sticky fingers up his butt.  Then he replaced his fingers
with the head of my dick and slowly sat down on my slippery pole, enjoying
it inch by inch.  "Ooh yeah, hot stuff, what a nice cock!".  He began
sliding up and down my dick, grinding his ass, and moaning all the time.  I
caressed his thighs, not believing my luck: my dick buried up this
beautiful male, with his own fat manhood dangling in front of me, both of
us having a wild time.  He stopped riding me to change positions.  I fucked
him the way I did Sarah -in missionary position.  "Give it to me, hot
stuff".  I kept pounding into him, getting all worked up with his moaning.
I loved looking into the eyes of the man who had my dick in him.  Then the
familiar tingling sensation began surging in my balls.  My expression gave
me away: "C'mon Benny, fill me up with your hot stuff".  I shouted out "Oh,
fuck!" and slammed deep into him, releasing two loads of spunk.  My whole
body shuddered out of control, and I pulled out partially but once more
buried my cock as deep as I could and sprayed his guts with more of my
sperm.  I gave him one more thrust and my cock twitched inside him.  We
embraced as we were.  I didn't want to break away, I'd never had it so
good.  We kissed, I sucked on his tongue, licked his lips like a puppy in
love.

Steve and I began having an affair that continues to this day.  The first
time he took me to his apartment he had a big surprise for me. He slipped
in a tape, and to my shock and delight, it was what the surveillance camera
had picked up that evening at the store.  I'm in the middle of sorting out
my life, hoping to spare Sarah of as much pain as possible.  I also hope
that by some small miracle, my buddy Eric reads this and recognizes
himself, and finds out I'm sorry for being such a jerk with him.

Benjamin Hurtado
bencho1973@hotmail.com
December, 2002